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My players usually add a codicil to that:
 
"When considering the availability of improvised projectiles, remember that people are things."
 
That was during the Aberrant session where I panicked and threw a lava villain into the Atlantic Ocean from Madagascar.  Those rules could be a wee bit silly at times.
 "That is not an octopus' garden.  Not at all." - on sighting R'lyeh for the first time

The obvious one to me is the Cutlass. It was actually designed for close combat on shipboard, can chop almost as well as an axe, but still capable of thrusting, while being short enough for use in tight compartments.
 

Expositor
 
Need someone to impart plot-relevant data to the audience? Casey Grey is your man! Capable of many accents, and with a bold, vibrant baritone voice, he can appear as the explaining scientist, the man in the briefing room, or even just the voice-over narrator in the case of less imaginative performances. In a conflict, his power to narrate becomes dangerously powerful, as it manifests as an area effect mind control - what he says to do, people do.

The obvious one to me is the Cutlass. It was actually designed for close combat on shipboard, can chop almost as well as an axe, but still capable of thrusting, while being short enough for use in tight compartments.
 

Citymaster joined out of a sense of obligation. He'd been part of Street Force back in the 80's, a group of low-level heroes protecting their neighbourhoods and getting together for major problems like Viper. He was the juniormost member, and had been well instructed by his elders, like Harlem Warrior and High Rise. So far as he knows, he's the only member still active.
 
William Washington has progressed a fair bit in his technological understanding since then, and the Citymaster armour is no longer considered low-level. It's still a bit less well armoured than many other suits, but makes up for it in speed and evasive capability - it's very much the opposite of the lumbering power suit. With tear-gas projectors, net guns and stun bomb launchers, he's well positioned to take on agents and mooks, but needs to get up close and personal with his shock gauntlets for real supervillains.
 
William is seeking to pass on to a new generation the lessons that were taught to him by his mentors, as well as continue to protect the city he loves as long as he can.

Long after-the-fact comment:
 
<sing> We all live in an eldritch horror's dream, eldritch horror's dream, eldritch horror's dream...

Shelby Court loves his toys. Action figures, model planes, die-cast cars, he adores them all, and he plays with them all the time.
To the point where he's become very good at maintaining and repairing them. Sadly, there's little money in that, and he needs more cash to get more toys.
Until he realised he could use the one to get the other.
He made some fairly basic robots. He could make ones that were strong, and fast, ones that flew or rocketed by. But he was no mad scientist, and he had no idea about artificial intelligence. So, instead, he'd set a pre-set series of instructions, let the robot do them, then send another set of instructions from his control board. If he kept it a reasonable number - five or six instructions in a row - he could let that robot do it's thing while he sent instructions to another one. And another. And another.
So Shelby can usually be found surrounded by a swarm of robots, some pulling the heist as ordered, some doing seemingly totally random stuff, some sitting and awaiting their next string of instructions. 
Huh, wasn't this like that old board game his brother had, with the cute miniatures? Oh yeah, it was!
So Shelby Court became Roborally.

Bacca-Rat
 
A small, ratlike humanoid with a deck of cards. Besides being able to climb and slip into small spaces, he can toss pairs of cards at targets, either to damage the target or to have various special effects. The effects, however, are quire random, and based on the card values, and can do such things as entangle, encase in a circular force wall, or his most powerful ability, mind control. Likewise, the amount of damage inflicted varies wildly, and apparently out of Bacca-Rat's control.
 
A recent rumour is that Bacca-Rat was a gambler who offended the gods of chance by cheating. 'Rat isn't saying - partially because he apparently can't talk.

Shelby Court loves his toys. Action figures, model planes, die-cast cars, he adores them all, and he plays with them all the time.
To the point where he's become very good at maintaining and repairing them. Sadly, there's little money in that, and he needs more cash to get more toys.
Until he realised he could use the one to get the other.
He made some fairly basic robots. He could make ones that were strong, and fast, ones that flew or rocketed by. But he was no mad scientist, and he had no idea about artificial intelligence. So, instead, he'd set a pre-set series of instructions, let the robot do them, then send another set of instructions from his control board. If he kept it a reasonable number - five or six instructions in a row - he could let that robot do it's thing while he sent instructions to another one. And another. And another.
So Shelby can usually be found surrounded by a swarm of robots, some pulling the heist as ordered, some doing seemingly totally random stuff, some sitting and awaiting their next string of instructions. 
Huh, wasn't this like that old board game his brother had, with the cute miniatures? Oh yeah, it was!
So Shelby Court became Roborally.

Skydancer
 
Laurie Perrin was a late blooming mutant with the power of flight. She's very fast, very manouverable and has reaction speeds in the nanosecond range.
Laurie was part of the "young and beautiful" crowd, pretty much still is. She has a tendency not to take things as seriously as her team mates, though she isn't as shallow as many think her to be. She doesn't have time for long-winded lectures from her "elders" on the team, she got enough of that from her parents - and didn't listen to them either. But if someone wants to sit down and discuss an issue with her, she's all ears.
 
Skydancer is strong and fit, but her only actual power is her flight. That doesn't stop her doing multiple move-by attacks on agents or grabbing a supervillain and propelling him into the side of a building.

Bacca-Rat
 
A small, ratlike humanoid with a deck of cards. Besides being able to climb and slip into small spaces, he can toss pairs of cards at targets, either to damage the target or to have various special effects. The effects, however, are quire random, and based on the card values, and can do such things as entangle, encase in a circular force wall, or his most powerful ability, mind control. Likewise, the amount of damage inflicted varies wildly, and apparently out of Bacca-Rat's control.
 
A recent rumour is that Bacca-Rat was a gambler who offended the gods of chance by cheating. 'Rat isn't saying - partially because he apparently can't talk.

The Boot
 
Giorgio Theopolus was always a nasty, unpleasant man. When he accidentally fell into the Land of Myth that didn't change. When he came back out, he was sporting a nasty facial scar covering his left cheek, and a pair of solid iron, spiked boots, as well as a scrap of red cloth he uses as a mask. The boots enhance his strength, especially for kicking, and he's taken to dipping the cloth in the blood of his enemies.

"... the Submarine in Yellow."

Vicki the Impaler
 
Air support and ranged specialist for the team, Vicki uses a set of jet boots to get around and a pair of arm mounted harpoon guns to inflict pain and mayhem. She has a variety of harpoons, but her preferred one is barbed so as to slowly work it's way deeper into the victim. Vicki (her real name is Sarah, she isn't stupid) is nasty and unpleasant person, and quite enjoys killing people.

Makeup
 
Yvonne Fairchild has worked at many tasks in her 80 or so years. Barmaid, dancer-for-hire, waitress, numbers runner, thief, streetwalker when she was down and out...which was more often then she'd like to remember. Her latest one has been as a cosmetics specialist and beautician in a mid-scale beauty salon. She's still working because she has never managed to put together any sort of savings, and Social Security ran out years ago. 
But of late she's been using her makeup skills a lot on herself...because without them she doesn't look like an eighty year old anymore. In fact, she looks like she did when she was 30...well, actually, better, since Yvonne was never much of a looker. And the beautician job isn't being done for the meagre pay, but to find victims.
When she finds someone willing to chat, who has some money, who is single or otherwise living alone, that's when she strikes. She uses her ability to teleport through mirrors to go straight from her rooms to the victim's place, her knowledge of makeup to make herself unrecognizable, her newfound strength and vitality to capture the woman (or man - men don't come as often to the salon, but she isn't picky). She makes them tell her where all the money is, all the valuables, and then she paints their face - with acidic, poisonous makeup of her own devising. They come out of it beautiful to look at, but underneath, their faces are melting...
None of her victims have survived so far, and the Police have instituted a task force to find the "Makeup Killer". But who would suspect a little old lady?
 
On the team side, she acts as a scout and infiltrator. She's actually quite capable of combat, but she dislikes it. The others know she's someone in the building, but not that it is little granny Yvonne from the fourth floor.
 

Makeup
 
Yvonne Fairchild has worked at many tasks in her 80 or so years. Barmaid, dancer-for-hire, waitress, numbers runner, thief, streetwalker when she was down and out...which was more often then she'd like to remember. Her latest one has been as a cosmetics specialist and beautician in a mid-scale beauty salon. She's still working because she has never managed to put together any sort of savings, and Social Security ran out years ago. 
But of late she's been using her makeup skills a lot on herself...because without them she doesn't look like an eighty year old anymore. In fact, she looks like she did when she was 30...well, actually, better, since Yvonne was never much of a looker. And the beautician job isn't being done for the meagre pay, but to find victims.
When she finds someone willing to chat, who has some money, who is single or otherwise living alone, that's when she strikes. She uses her ability to teleport through mirrors to go straight from her rooms to the victim's place, her knowledge of makeup to make herself unrecognizable, her newfound strength and vitality to capture the woman (or man - men don't come as often to the salon, but she isn't picky). She makes them tell her where all the money is, all the valuables, and then she paints their face - with acidic, poisonous makeup of her own devising. They come out of it beautiful to look at, but underneath, their faces are melting...
None of her victims have survived so far, and the Police have instituted a task force to find the "Makeup Killer". But who would suspect a little old lady?
 
On the team side, she acts as a scout and infiltrator. She's actually quite capable of combat, but she dislikes it. The others know she's someone in the building, but not that it is little granny Yvonne from the fourth floor.
 

Step Out
Virginia Wilmore was a decent, church going, moral woman. She was a loving wife, and took pride in her profession as a nurse. She was a helper.
How far her power has grown, and how far her ethics have fallen. Already an attractive woman, Virginia seemed to tone up, shape up, became even more attractive, or maybe it was more confidence mixed with discarding her old sense of modesty that really sold it? When she began to teleport, she was filled with wonder, of course, but she also began to realize a fact... she was better than other people. She deserved more. And she was going to get what she deserved.
 
Her job as nurse and powers made it easy for her to steal drugs and equipment from the hospital without getting caught. In case of cameras, she was one of the first to don a mask, but her growing vanity soon had that accompanied by a rather revealing costume. From there, she began a full blown career as not just a thief, but as a transporter for the other Denizens and  other criminals willing to pay her for her services. She's no weakling in a fight,  able to apport others high in the air to plunge, or simply causing them to blink in place so rapidly they pass out. She hasn't killed yet, acting like that's beneath her... but she doesn't feel any guilt at getting killers to their target. That's not on HER is it?
 
No longer faithful to her husband, she's taken more than one lover when the mood strikes her, though most men consider her a 'tease'. Vain, selfish, and greedy; Virginia Wilmore, the old one, is long gone. Now, in her place, is the woman called Step Out.

Makeup
 
Yvonne Fairchild has worked at many tasks in her 80 or so years. Barmaid, dancer-for-hire, waitress, numbers runner, thief, streetwalker when she was down and out...which was more often then she'd like to remember. Her latest one has been as a cosmetics specialist and beautician in a mid-scale beauty salon. She's still working because she has never managed to put together any sort of savings, and Social Security ran out years ago. 
But of late she's been using her makeup skills a lot on herself...because without them she doesn't look like an eighty year old anymore. In fact, she looks like she did when she was 30...well, actually, better, since Yvonne was never much of a looker. And the beautician job isn't being done for the meagre pay, but to find victims.
When she finds someone willing to chat, who has some money, who is single or otherwise living alone, that's when she strikes. She uses her ability to teleport through mirrors to go straight from her rooms to the victim's place, her knowledge of makeup to make herself unrecognizable, her newfound strength and vitality to capture the woman (or man - men don't come as often to the salon, but she isn't picky). She makes them tell her where all the money is, all the valuables, and then she paints their face - with acidic, poisonous makeup of her own devising. They come out of it beautiful to look at, but underneath, their faces are melting...
None of her victims have survived so far, and the Police have instituted a task force to find the "Makeup Killer". But who would suspect a little old lady?
 
On the team side, she acts as a scout and infiltrator. She's actually quite capable of combat, but she dislikes it. The others know she's someone in the building, but not that it is little granny Yvonne from the fourth floor.
 

Makeup
 
Yvonne Fairchild has worked at many tasks in her 80 or so years. Barmaid, dancer-for-hire, waitress, numbers runner, thief, streetwalker when she was down and out...which was more often then she'd like to remember. Her latest one has been as a cosmetics specialist and beautician in a mid-scale beauty salon. She's still working because she has never managed to put together any sort of savings, and Social Security ran out years ago. 
But of late she's been using her makeup skills a lot on herself...because without them she doesn't look like an eighty year old anymore. In fact, she looks like she did when she was 30...well, actually, better, since Yvonne was never much of a looker. And the beautician job isn't being done for the meagre pay, but to find victims.
When she finds someone willing to chat, who has some money, who is single or otherwise living alone, that's when she strikes. She uses her ability to teleport through mirrors to go straight from her rooms to the victim's place, her knowledge of makeup to make herself unrecognizable, her newfound strength and vitality to capture the woman (or man - men don't come as often to the salon, but she isn't picky). She makes them tell her where all the money is, all the valuables, and then she paints their face - with acidic, poisonous makeup of her own devising. They come out of it beautiful to look at, but underneath, their faces are melting...
None of her victims have survived so far, and the Police have instituted a task force to find the "Makeup Killer". But who would suspect a little old lady?
 
On the team side, she acts as a scout and infiltrator. She's actually quite capable of combat, but she dislikes it. The others know she's someone in the building, but not that it is little granny Yvonne from the fourth floor.
 

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I think you'd have the situation be on a case-by-case basis. Most planets, the two biologies would be too dissimilar for a virus to jump hosts. But on the occasional just too similar planet...
You'd probably be in greater danger on a terraformed world, where all the life is from your own biome.

"I never thought it possible to have one's head in the sand and up their ass simultaneously, but you've managed quite a feat."